A Weird Feeling

"Were you not exaggerating?"

The question immediately broke the silence that had not been created in the luxury car for a long time. Hanson, Zach's driver, said it. Of course, the other person he meant was none other than the boss, Zach Miller.

"About what?" Zach, who did not understand, asked the middle-aged man back. Hanson was the oldest driver in his office, who, if he remembered correctly, would retire in five years.

"Luna." Hanson carefully voiced the name. "An apartment, money, food, and now a cellphone. "He mentioned everything Zach had done since his boss met Luna the day before. "Aren't you giving her too much? We just met yesterday." He continued in a warning tone. Yes, he knew what Zach did for her.

"Oh, those things." Zach finally understood his meaning. "Didn't you ever say that we must do a lot of good?" Instead, he questioned the anxiety Hanson showed. What was wrong with helping other people? After all, he was able and could do it. This kind of help wasn't really a big deal for him.

"Yes, sir." Like it or not, Hanson agreed with his statement. However, he once said so. And indeed, there was nothing wrong with doing good. "But doing good also needs to be considered. Are you not suspicious of her?" Finally, he spelled out the actual intent behind the lengthy preamble.

A faint smile appeared on Zach's lips. An understanding entered his mind. Apparently, this was about his suspicion of Luna. Well, he couldn't stop his driver from thinking that way. They had only met Luna a day, and he had already given her a lot. Obviously, it would trigger question in anyone who saw it. Hanson was no exception. Hanson was always with him when the meeting took place and when he did everything he said.

However, there was a reason he did it. From the first time he saw Luna lying on the street, he had felt a powerful attraction to her. It was like love at first sight.

No. No. The feeling was even more potent than that. There was a deep desire to protect and love her. And suddenly, Zach wanted Luna to be his woman.

Did that reason sound plausible to Hanson?

"I understand your concern. But I think Luna isn't a dangerous woman. And also, I can't let a woman roam the streets at night. This is Jakarta." Another meaning of his sentence was that the capital city was not a safe place at night, whether it was for men, especially women. He chose not to speak his mind. What for? Hanson would definitely add the length of his lecture.

Hanson did not respond. Apparently, he was still having trouble agreeing with his words. Jakarta at night was indeed dangerous. But, strangers were also dangerous. Agree?

Zach, who saw it, could only let out a sigh. Apparently, this topic would not end here. Many other arguments could break his decision. But, he no longer had the energy to continue their debate. "I will be careful. So, don't worry about me." In the end, he tried to calm the old man's worries. Even without being asked, he would remain vigilant. "We're going home now," he added, giving orders to the driver.

There was silence for a few seconds before Hanson answered, "Okay, sir."

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Luna sat at the dining table while slowly stirring the bowl in front of her. Thin smoke billowed from it, which indirectly showed the temperature inside. More precisely, the food in the bowl.

She just made instant noodles, one of the instant foods she bought this morning. This time, she tried the curry flavor after tasting Soto and meatballs for breakfast and lunch. As it turned out, there were a variety of flavors, and they were all delicious. No wonder this food was a favorite of many people.

She took one bite with his fork and blew air on the surface. The smoke made her not dare to put it right into her mouth. Only once did she do it. There would be no second unless she wanted her tongue to burn.

However, before she could enjoy the result of her efforts to cool the temperature of her dinner, her doorbell rang. She couldn't help but stare at her food and forcefully put it back in the bowl.

"Zach." She showed surprise as she found a figure behind the door of her house. But, when she thought about it, who would be visiting her apartment? She didn't know anyone in the human world apart from him.

"Hi. I brought something for you," Zach replied with a bright smile on her face. "May I come in?" he asked.

Although still confused by his sudden visit, Luna let him in. It was also impossible to refuse a visit from someone who had greatly benefitted her.

The two started walking into the apartment, with Zach in front and Luna following behind.

"Are you eating?"

The question clearly referred to the only object on the table. If Luna was not eating, there was no way the bowl of noodles would be there, right?

"Yes. Have you had dinner?" Luna responded as she hurled herself into the dining room. The smell of her food was really tempting. She felt her stomach rumbling, asking to be filled immediately.

"But I bought you fried rice," replied Zach, who honestly didn't answer her question. He actually sounded like he was giving the news.

"Just put it on the table," She responded quickly. She, of course, didn't want to miss the chance to get a free meal. Remember, her money was limited. That meant she needed to make maximum savings. One way was to accept the free food offered to her. "I can eat it late at night if I'm hungry," she continued. Oh, human food was fantastic. That was also the reason for accepting his kindness—again. After all, she had never tried fried rice.

He followed her order and put all his belongings on the dining table. "You like to eat?"

"Of course, I like it. Human food is wonderful."

Wrong!

Luna shouldn't have said that. Her statement must have sounded odd to his ears. "Oh, I mean, there's a lot of good food here," she corrected, a little hesitant. She wasn't sure that her last sentence would not bring confusion to him. That also sounded weird.

There was no reaction from Zach. No one knew whether the silence meant he understood what she was saying or the other way around.

"I brought something for you," Zach repeated his words at the beginning of his appearance.

"I know. Fried rice."

"No. But this." Then, he took out a box from the paper bag she was carrying.

Her eyes widened as she saw the familiar object. A cell phone. Zach bought her a cell phone!

"That's for me?" She asked to be sure. Who knew, she heard wrong, or maybe he said something wrong.

"Yes. I've saved my number inside. So, you can call me anytime."